"Oh, really?" The Capital Commandant leading the way asked just this one question, then swiftly drew his sword, pointing the tip forward: "Today I am escorting the Marquis back to the estate, anyone daring to block the path will be met with my blade! Will you let us pass or not?"

Over two hundred Qi soldiers simultaneously drew their swords and shouted, "Will you let us pass or not?!"

Though facing a force of a thousand, the opposing Liang Army was momentarily intimidated!

It’s not that the Liang Army was particularly weak, fearing the opponent even with numbers over three times greater. Rather, the confidence backed by their nations differed vastly; should a military conflict truly arise here, none of them could withstand it!

Jiang Wang sat quietly in the driver’s seat of the ox cart, without speaking.

His silent presence was itself a banner, providing immense courage to the Qi Army present.

With Marquis Wu’an here, what have we to fear?

The Qi Army present, numbering less than three hundred riders, advanced aggressively forward!

The Liang Army drew their swords in response.

In this tense atmosphere, a leading youth of the Liang Army loudly shouted, "Old acquaintance from Guanhe Platform, does Marquis Wu’an not see?"

This person was Huang Su, the legitimate grandson of Huang Deyu, a top Duke of Liang Country, and a hero who had rightfully earned a main event slot in the Yellow River Meeting Inner Mansion Arena.

Thus he said "old acquaintance."

With Jiang Wang’s eyesight, he naturally had recognized him long ago but only now said, "Let him come over."

Nearly three hundred riders with drawn bows and knives parted into two lines, eyeing this person coldly as he rode alone towards the carriage of Marquis Wu’an.

Huang Su came with momentum, yet as he rode through the forest of knives, his expression remained unchanged.

However, as Jiang Wang’s calm face became increasingly clear in his sight, even for such a talented young man like him, an involuntary tension arose!

A person’s name is like the shadow of a tree.

Back in the day at Guanhe Platform, Jiang Wang was the top Inner Mansion, suppressing all in the same realm.

Now, years have passed, he still refines himself in the Inner Mansion Realm, seeking to approach the perfection of Deity Arrival. Meanwhile, the other’s reputation has soared immensely, like the sun at noon!

Even his grandfather, Huang Deyu, might not be able to stand on equal footing with this man.

He couldn’t help but ponder.

Why has he come?

Whether his anger was reckless?

But no matter how he thought.

The two parties had already drawn near.

Since he was already here, since he had already blocked the path, he couldn’t show fear any longer. Otherwise, it would be Liang Country’s disgrace.

Jiang Wang casually leaned against the carriage door, calmly asked, "Old acquaintance from Guanhe Platform... Why confront me with weapons?"

Huang Su calmed his mind, holding the reins with one hand, spoke from horseback: "Huang Su approaches, not with weapons drawn. Just during the military training, upon hearing news of the Marquis, I was instantly stirred, and failed to disperse the troops in time."

After this explanation, he continued, "Two years without meeting, we are worlds apart, I shouldn’t disturb. Yet Huang Su carries true doubts within, must ask, holds real anger, must seek resolution! I hope Marquis could forgive!"

Jiang Wang, however, didn’t care what doubts, what anger he held, and simply said indifferently, "This Marquis has just come to this place, the Liang Army blocked the path with blades, and yet to my marquis regalia, I haven’t been concerned. When I went to Wenjian Gorge, some prince named Kang Wenhao led an army blocking the path, I hadn’t paid attention either. The reason for not being concerned, not paying attention is not because this Marquis is magnanimous, nor because my temper is good."

His voice raised slightly, blade sharp: "Only Longing scorns the weak!"

His young face bore some doubt: "Now this Marquis returns to South Xia, and you again lead troops to block the path?"

This Marquis of military prowess, who established great merit in the Qi Xia War, placed a hand on the hilt at his waist, leaned slightly forward, his voice gentle, even somewhat mild as he asked: "Do Liang people believe Longing is ineffective?!"

The force came crashing like a collapsing mountain or rushing tide!

In that instant, Huang Su felt himself engulfed by boundless killing intent, as if someone was throttling his throat, causing his blood flow to stall, his breath to stifle. And the prized steed beneath him, bestowed by the Liang Emperor, suddenly neighed mournfully and its four hooves knelt heavily on the ground!

Bang!

Dust flew!